"Your Mightiness!"

The supervisor who was dealing with this matter immediately lowered his head respectfully when he saw Soren, then raised his foot and raised his subordinate next to him and smiled and said, "I'm disturbing you! You're so damn little!"

"But there is a slave here who has an epidemic. I am worried that he will spread it to others. The young man originally planned to throw him into the sea, but another slave said that his illness would not be transmitted. This humble guy protected him tightly and did not let us go, so he could only teach them a lesson. Since you are here, the young man just happened to ask him what you should do with them."

These slaves are Sauron's property.

The supervisor in front of him was just helping him transport it, which was the head of the chamber of commerce that pleased him, so after seeing Soren, he planned to ask how to deal with these two slaves.

"No!……"

A male slave who looked quite strong raised his head. He seemed to have some northern blood and begged in a dialect voice: "Your Excellency!... My brother has not suffered a plague!... He is just a little uncomfortable!... He will never spread it to others!... I have taken care of him for three days before boarding the boat!... But it was not as serious as it is now!... You see, I have nothing to do now!... He will not spread it to others!... Please don't throw him into the sea!..."

Bang bang bang bang!

The male slave who looked like a northerner kowtowed quickly. Blood quickly broke out from his forehead, but his arms still kept a young man next to him, as if he was afraid that they would take the young man away and throw it into the sea. There were basically no doctors when sailing on the sea, and at most there was a half-baked person who had learned medical treatment. There was very little way to treat this disease. Many times, when sailing on the sea, people could only provide simple treatment and rely on their own foundation to fight.

For everything in front of you.

There was no sympathy on Soren's face. He was not a person with sympathy. He glanced at the Northern slave in front of him indifferently, and then signaled the person next to him to break him apart. The slave seemed a little afraid of Soren, but he still hugged the young man next to him. Soren glanced a little and saw the young man he was holding, who looked unconscious. The young slave's face was very pale, with almost no blood, and his breathing was very weak, his lips were sickly red, and he seemed to have a high fever, and his skin was unnatural dark blue.

"Take off his clothes."

Sauron frowned and looked at it, then ordered the others to say.

The two sailors next to him hesitated for a moment, then approached carefully. The slave seemed to want to stop them, and was directly knocked down by one foot. Then they stripped off the clothes of the sick slave. They were so scared that they took off their clothes several steps, because there were more than a dozen pustules the size of fingernails on the back of the slave. The pustules had rotten, revealing the dark yellow pus inside. There were other such small pustules on his body, but they were not as big as on his back.

“Epidemic?!”

The supervisor jumped up in fear, took five or six steps in succession before stopping and shouting, "Drop him down quickly! Send someone to get lime! Sprinkle lime here quickly!..."

"Hurry up!...why are you still standing there!...Hurry up and throw that guy!...No, no, no!......throw those two guys into the sea!"

The supervisor seemed to be frightened.

After a while, he remembered that Sauron was also here, so he quickly lowered his head and bowed and wiped his cold sweat and said, "Your Excellency! The slave's body seems to be plague!...A very terrible plague disease!...This disease is contagious!...Unless a priest uses magical techniques, ordinary drugs cannot be cured at all!...If you get this disease, your whole body will rot. It is terrible when you die!..."

His words made the nearby sailors nervous, and all their eyes turned to Sauron in front of him.

It seems to be waiting for his order.

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The other side.

Vivian's petite figure walked out of the cabin. She was wearing a snow-white princess dress, raised her hands and rubbed the corners of her eyes, then stretched her waist wide, looked at the red-haired female pirate next to her and asked, "Where is brother? Why don't you see him?"

"You are on that ship." Adele leaned over and replied.

As the number one pirate leader under Sauron, she naturally knew the position of the little girl in Sauron's heart, and even other pirate bosses knew that she was very important in the eyes of the Throat Cutter. Therefore, no one dared to neglect her, let alone Vivian herself occasionally casts spells, which would make them feel unfathomable.

"Are you there?"

The little girl looked up at the sun, then tied her hair up, then her lips moved slightly, and her small body flew up and landed directly on the deck of the cargo ship opposite.

At this time.

She happened to hear the crying and pleading from the cabin. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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